"There's also a formation here that I bought at the Mir auction house for a lot of money many years ago." The middle-aged Confucian pointed ahead and said, "Little brother, you guys later, I will withdraw the formation first." ”

Fang Yan nodded, not surprised that there was a formation here. After all, living in such a deep mountain and old forest, it is too difficult to make people feel at ease without the protection of a formation.

The middle-aged Confucian took a few steps forward, and the space in front of him suddenly distorted, making the middle-aged Confucian student's figure also a little distorted. But soon, the mid-air returned to normal, and he could still see the middle-aged Confucian who was walking quickly.

"You go and heal, I'll look around." Ziling glanced around, and without waiting for the dialect to say anything, his body disappeared directly in place.

Fang Yan was speechless, looked at the little demon phoenix and said, "Do you want to go around and play for a while?" There may be a delay of half a day. ”

The little demon phoenix shook his head and directly picked a place on the side and sat down.

Fang Yan smiled and didn't say anything more.

"Whew!"

A soft sound suddenly sounded in front of him, and a white light flashed in mid-air, which was fleeting.

"Little brother, the formation has been lifted." The middle-aged Confucian walked over quickly.

Fang Yan nodded, walked briskly over, and saw two huts below the valley.

"Daddy!"

A child, only seven or eight years old, ran from one of the huts and went straight to the arms of the middle-aged Confucian student. Behind the child was a plainly dressed woman with a smile on her face. It's just that when the two of them saw the dialect, they obviously showed a puzzled look.

"Go and boil some water, this little brother is here to save Ying'er." The middle-aged Confucian held the child in his arms and commanded the woman with some eagerness.

The woman answered, and walked briskly towards the other hut.

The middle-aged Confucian looked back at Fang Yan and asked, "Little brother, do you want to rest first?" ”

The dialect said: "There is no need to rest, let's look at the people first." ”

"Come with me." The middle-aged Confucian was obviously very anxious, and walked quickly into the nearby thatched hut.

Fang Yan followed, and at a glance he saw a girl of seventeen or eighteen lying motionless on a simple wooden bed, and it was not known whether she had fainted or fallen asleep.

"She should be asleep now, do you want to wake her up?" The middle-aged Confucian asked.

"No, I'll take a look at the injuries first." Fang Yan walked over and reached directly on her wrist. Although he can recover from any serious injury, he still needs to do some superficial work. After a moment, his brow furrowed unconsciously. There seemed to be some surprise at the severity of the injury.

The middle-aged Confucian stood aside, his heart hanging in the eyes of the noise, for fear that he would hear some words that he did not dare to hear. He knew better than anyone how badly his daughter had been injured, and it was for this reason that he did not hesitate to risk the leakage of his hermitage with a stranger.

But even if he brought him, he didn't have much hope in his heart. After all, this injury is too serious, even if this young man has some background, even if he has some elixir, it is impossible to completely heal this injury. He knew very well how serious this injury was, and naturally he also knew how good the elixir needed to heal this injury.

Even if this boy had that kind of elixir, he wouldn't have given it to him. The reason why he was willing to bring him was just to make his daughter's injuries better, even if it was some. His only concern was that the boy turned away after seeing the injury.

"It's not a minor injury." Fang Yan withdrew his palm.

The middle-aged Confucian smiled bitterly and asked a little nervously, "Can you make her injuries recover a little?" ”

Fang Yan nodded, didn't say anything, directly took out a black pill from the space ring and stuffed it into the girl's mouth, and then helped her up, his palm pressed against her back, and the vitality in her body continued to surge towards her.

I don't know if it was the movement of the dialect that woke her up, and the girl opened her eyes in some pain.

"Girl, don't move, there are nobles who are healing you." The middle-aged Confucian said busily.

The girl immediately understood something, closed her eyes again and cooperated.

The middle-aged Confucian was so nervous that he didn't even dare to breathe, for fear of disturbing the two of them.

After half an hour, Fang Yan let out a sigh of relief and withdrew his palm.

The middle-aged Confucian also breathed a sigh of relief, but he didn't ask anything, just looked at his daughter worriedly. I don't know if it's an illusion, he feels that his daughter's complexion is much better, and she is no longer as pale as before.

"Little brother, thank you for your help." The middle-aged Confucian looked grateful, although he didn't know how his daughter was recovering, just because the other party was willing to spend most of the hour here to heal her injuries, he was already very grateful. After all, he also knew how draining it was to heal his wounds with vitality like this.

Fang Yan shook his head, and he didn't say anything because he was a little tired.

At this moment, the girl suddenly opened her eyes and looked shocked.

"Girl, how are you feeling?" The middle-aged Confucian asked hurriedly.

"Daddy......" The girl seemed to be frightened, and looked at him in disbelief: "I...... My wounds seem to be ...... It seems like it's all right. ”

The middle-aged Confucian laughed and said, "You girl, you can't be that you haven't woken up, right?" ”

"Dad, it's true." The girl rolled over from the bed and walked down.

"Don't move...... middle-aged Confucian was startled, but the figure that was about to step forward to stop was directly frozen in place, looking at her with a shocked face.

"Dad, look, I've recovered." The girl looked at him with joy on her face, but her eyes were still filled with a rich look of shock.

"How is this possible?" The middle-aged Confucian looked shocked, and quickly stepped forward to grab her wrist, and after a while, his eyes widened, staring at Fang Yan on the side as if he had seen something terrifying.

"She hasn't fully recovered from her injuries, she's only seven or eight percent recovered." Fang Yan stood up and said, "To fully recover, she needs to recuperate for at least a few months." ”

"This ...... This ......" The middle-aged Confucian trembled with excitement, his lips moved a few times, but he couldn't say anything.

The girl seemed to have remembered something, turned her head to look behind her, and looked at the noble man who had saved her life with some curiosity. It's just that for some reason, after seeing Fang Yan's face, she was suddenly stunned, and then frowned, and her eyes kept scanning him.

"Little brother, thank you for your great kindness." The middle-aged Confucian came back to his senses violently and made a big bow to Fang Yan.